“If you listen closely, you’ll hear a small voice hidden in the dim shade of all your fears that whispers, ‘this isn’t real’.” jackson kiddard
This has been a hot topic lately: “Get out of your own frickin way!”
Our feet seem stuck in the proverbial mud that keeps us from moving forward. Our very own thoughts hold us captive in our apparent stuckness.
“How?” is the question we all want answered before we readily commit.
Funny though, that there are plenty of things in life that we just wing. Like parenthood, for starters. Sex even. What about whole chunks of experiments, like–college?
There is no how. You just do, and then you figure it out. Sure, some of the Type-A types have studied the guide books, but there are just some things you must learn by doing. No ifs and or buts about it.
“Leap and the net will appear.”
If we’re not acting too smart for our own good, hushing our own brilliance because it’s simply not practical or convenient, then our gut is guiding us to do, to dare, to dream. #tyomd (tweetable)
There might not be a single rational morsel to chew on, and that’s OK. What, might I ask, do you think was the collective response to Edison’s idea, “I shall plug in this glass bulb to a socket and electricity in the form of light shall appear.” Or Bell’s, “I shall dial from this box and someone in a far away land shall answer (as long as he’s home and the answering machine doesn’t pick up) and we shall speak across this thin magic wire.”
They were crazy. Just like some of those inner voices might be telling you. Or your friends or family who like you just the way you are and don’t want you to go do or be something great because then they might have to go do or be something great. And well, they’d rather not because, see, they have their own set of voices …
Among the loud annoying voices, there is likely one–the quiet sensible one–that is giving you the nudge.
Listen, will ya?
This is the third day of Love Week, you know. I couldn’t think of a better present to give yourself: the opportunity to just go for it.
What’s the worst that can happen really?
… Worse than (shudder) regret?
I leave you with this: As Wayne Dyer says, “Don’t die with your music still in you.” You were brave enough to play the recorder once. Well Hot, Cross, Buns your way back to fearless!
PS … Darwin was also crazy, throwing that wild card all outta turn and whatnot. Thank goodness for the crazy ones! Where would we be without their guts;)
PSS … Happy Birthday, Darwin. I know we’re not homeboys like that or anything, but you’ve been on my “people I should get to know” list for a while now. So far I’ve learned you were one complicated dude. I think we should take this a little slower.